Mystery: I, the Hermit, am too eager to improve

Chapter 93 Fors's Messaging Services

Miss Justice is really arrogant.

That's not just a few hundred gold pounds, but an enormous fortune in the tens of thousands!

If it were me...

There's definitely no way I could be so calm and not take a single penny.

Klein sighed inwardly.

The other person's character is indeed noble.

hateful!

Roy smiled slightly and sat there without saying anything more.

At this moment, Klein must be so frustrated he wants to die, wishing he could immediately pull out a new account to steal business—

Even making a little money is good.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

of course.

Roy just wanted a share and to subtly tease Klein; he had absolutely no intention of taking it all for himself.

Regrettably.

Such behavior does not benefit his performance.

Roy sighed.

Then, he looked at the little sun.

"Mr. Sun, what was your choice afterward?"

"I waited a day and found that Elder Lovia didn't make any moves, but her condition made me uneasy, so I decided to confront the leader about part of the matter."

As Derrick spoke, he stood up and sincerely apologized, "Mr. Fool, I am very sorry to have revealed the existence of the mysterious gathering."

"It's alright."

The fool smiled faintly.

Roy glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and knew that the Fool was far from being as calm as he appeared.

Although I don't know why.

Before he could ask, Alger asked first, "And then what happens after you confess?"

"As expected by the Chief, just as Mr. Hermit thought, the other party already knew that something was wrong with me, and was more surprised by my frankness."

Derrick said honestly.

Justice and the Hanged Man shifted their positions and looked at Roy in unison.

The hermit guessed correctly!

"This is an essential quality for someone in a position of power."

Roy smiled and asked, "And then, did he ask any more questions?"

"He only got a general idea and didn't ask any further questions, but he didn't seem to completely trust me either."

Derrick said.

Alger nodded: "That's normal. It would be strange if he believed you after just a few words."

"What are you talking about?"

Justice was completely bewildered.

She felt as if she had missed a meeting.

Why didn't you include me in your meeting?

"I'm sorry, Miss Justice. I requested assistance earlier, but I forgot to call Mr. Fool."

"..."

Little Sun, you're still so honest!

Roy kept a straight face, not letting his emotions show, but Klein glanced at him and saw that his "happy" mood was almost overflowing.

You still say you didn't laugh?

but.

Klein himself was starting to lose his composure.

Sometimes, the truth is the sharpest weapon. Just like now, a careless remark from Xiao Taiyang has made Zheng Yi so angry that his mouth is almost bulging out.

It's awkward if someone is missing from a meeting.

Instead of calling himself, he called himself the newly arrived hermit.

Doesn't this mean that the hermit is more professional in thinking?

Although it's true, but...

But how could this be!

Justice knew his anger was unreasonable, so he suppressed his emotions and nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

Little Sun honestly and simply described the process, satisfying Miss Justice's curiosity.

Audrey's tone softened again.

"Sun, you are an honest and kind gentleman, so how is Elder Lovia doing now?"

"The chief didn't say."

Little Sun answered truthfully.

The other three were not surprised, but Zheng Yi pondered for a moment and then chuckled, "Perhaps he has his own reasons."

"Um."

Derrick nodded in agreement.

Klein felt a spiritual depletion and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair.

Let's stop here.

……

Port Pritz

Alger looked much more relaxed.

The fact that the hermit was willing to let his elders help is a rare and good thing these days.

"Although I didn't kill him myself, it's better than him being captured by the church."

……

Klein was exhausted.

It wasn't just the exhaustion from spiritual depletion, but also the bounty of tens of thousands of pounds, from which he could have originally shared a portion.

but.

Now, in order to maintain his status as the Fool, he cannot say "this is my business," so he can only watch helplessly as Roy steals the business he has worked so hard to build.

and.

Even without the reward, there's still five thousand gold pounds or five thousand worth of artisan knowledge!

Klein banged his head against the sofa.

"If I had known it would be like this, I would have just written that my family members were interested!"

He regretted it.

But Klein knew very well.

This is not realistic.

Because Roy also knew Mr. Azik.

"Oh well, Roy is righteous, kind, and smart. After he gets the gold pound, he can quickly become stronger, which is equivalent to our Tarot Club's strength increasing."

Klein tried to convince himself.

Just then, a panting sound came from the side.

He quickly looked over.

Then, Dunn, who was lying there, slowly opened his eyes, and his vision blurred instantly.

"Captain! Captain, you're finally awake!"

"Klein, you—"

Dunn looked around in a daze, but his clarity was only momentary; his eyes quickly filled with a hint of madness, as if...

A mad vengeful spirit!

He let out a shriek, causing a sharp pain in Klein's head, whose spirit was already depleted.

When he recovered, he saw Azik beside him. Dunn's face showed struggle, but he gradually calmed down.

But obviously.

He hasn't regained his senses yet; his madness has only been suppressed by his high position.

Azik sighed, "This is the price, but as he plays the role and digests it, things will slowly get better."

Klein felt something stuck in his throat and couldn't speak for a long time. After a long while, he finally choked out, "Yes, Mr. Azik."

……

"Klein must be very frustrated right now, but he'll recover quickly."

"He's always like that."

Roy sighed and looked out the window.

It was still daylight.

but.

Zilingus's killing spree had not stopped; as long as the writhing hunger was in his grasp, he would kill someone every other day.

however.

Tragically, in Backlund, a land hailed as a land of hope, the deaths of several people often go unnoticed.

There are too many poor people and homeless people here.

Roy gripped his cane, then loosened it, sat down, and began to write a letter.

He was going to write letters to Hyde and Becky.

"Dear Mr. Hyde, I plan to visit you tomorrow. I wonder if you will be available?"

Nina quickly delivered the letter and replied.

The letter read—

"See you at the Jowood Arena. That lady will be there today too; I'll introduce you then."

Roy put the letter away.

Nina sighed.

"Roy, you haven't been in danger for several days."

"???"

Is that even human language?

Roy glanced sideways.

Nina blinked: "When are you going to tell me another story?"

"You helped them deliver the mail, didn't they tell you any stories?"

"I did talk about it, but it wasn't interesting."

Nina complained, "Their story isn't interesting at all."

"Life is always like this. In fact, my stories have all been slightly embellished."

Roy revealed the truth.

Nina knew this, of course, but...

I still prefer your story.

Another girl poisoned by novels.

Roy sighed inwardly.

He smiled.

There will be an opportunity.

"The opportunity will come in just a few days."

Roy looked out the window and reiterated.

This week, he managed to establish a foothold in Backlund and made a deposit of five hundred gold pounds through transactions.

I currently have 650 in savings, but that's far from enough to buy a Sequence 6 potion recipe or a Sequence 6 main ingredient.

Not to mention.

Above sequence 6 are sequence 5 and sequence 4.

We still have to keep striving!

The next day, Roy dressed neatly, took the steam subway to the Georgewood district, and then transferred to a public carriage to reach the arena.

This is a medium-sized arena.

Roy held the pendant and waited outside the door for a moment, after which a middle-aged man leaning on a cane slowly walked in.

Hyde Carson.

"Mr. Hyde."

"Green, it's a pleasure to see you in Backlund."

A smile appeared on Hyde's face. "I got the newspaper about Roy's death today. I'm so sad for him. He died so young."

Roy's lips twitched, then he made a gesture of remembrance and used the prayer gesture of the Earth Church.

May the Mother Goddess protect him.

"..."

This time it was Hyde's turn to freeze.

He was surprised for a moment, then asked with curiosity and astonishment, "When did you become a member of the Earth Church?"

"I'm considering whether to join. Their doctrines are quite good, and they can offer me certain conveniences."

Roy smiled.

Hyde shook his head: "This is not a good choice. In Rune, the Church of the Earth is not very powerful, and you will be restricted in many ways."

"That's why I'm still hesitating."

Roy chuckled softly.

Hyde took out two tickets and handed them to him, saying, "Becky has a battle today, so I brought you along to see it. We'll grab some food later and meet that extraordinary person this afternoon."

Fors?

Roy narrowed his eyes slightly, then nodded and followed Hyde into the venue.

The arena was very large.

This arena is said to be in the Joewood district, but it's actually very close to Queens and the Hilton district.

The reason it was built here is very simple—

Land in those two districts is extremely valuable, making it impossible to carve out a piece of land to build a fighting arena. Building it in a relatively close area of ​​the Joewood district would be the best option.

The arena was packed with people.

but.

Roy glanced around and immediately understood that the layout of the arena was quite simple—

Near the arena, there was a large area reserved for nobles, and slightly better areas were for the wealthy.

People like them, who are considered "middle class," can at most sit in a distant spot and observe the situation below from afar.

The advantage is...

There are relatively few people in this area.

After all, gladiatorial arenas are mostly frequented by wealthy people.

Roy and Hyde sat in a secluded corner, looking down at everything below, chatting quietly.

"I read in the newspaper today that there was an explosion where you are?"

"Yes, a grain merchant's warehouse was bombed. I suspect it was done by the Luyer family."

Roy smiled.

Hyde recalled the information about "Luyel," then shook his head: "I don't know much about it. Did you go and look into it?"

"I also met Upano Mohan, whom I suspect is an arsonist who started the previous fires himself as a staged act."

Roy spoke in a low voice about his intelligence and insights.

Hyde nodded slightly, having complete faith in Roy's judgment. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Do you need any help?"

"I made a deep impression on him yesterday, so he probably won't have any ulterior motives towards me."

Arsonists have a strong sense of danger.

The reason why Upano was so easy to talk to yesterday was because he sensed a crisis.

A very difficult sequence.

After exchanging pleasantries, a sudden shout came from below.

Then—

"They're here!"

"He is the strongest fighting expert in the arena, a powerful gladiator."

"Bate Cohen!"

"Today's gladiatorial combat is a bit special."

"His opponent is not a gladiator, but a giant bear from the kingdom of Fussac, and he intends to kill this bear without any weapons. Let us cheer for his bravery!"

Then, an even louder wave of shouts arose.

Roy looked down.

really.

Becky Corola.

Bate is his alias.

Opposite him, a towering bear emerged from the other side of the fence, its menacing gaze sweeping around before finally settling on the only living person in the room.

"Aww!"

With a roar, the seemingly clumsy giant bear pounced on Becky like the wind, and the faces of the nobles sitting nearby instantly paled.

So fast!

That's fierce!

The roar seemed to come from the wilderness; even Roy and Hyde, who were at the farthest distance, heard the incredibly deep roar, along with the muffled sound of running.

however.

The next instant, Becky and the polar bear collided violently—

Polar Bear is fast, but Becky is even faster!

In the blink of an eye, he dodged to the side and punched the white bear in the jaw.

The next second, the polar bear's head slammed down heavily.

Becky immediately pulled her hand away to avoid it.

however.

Bang!

The polar bear's head slammed heavily into Becky, sending him flying, and then it sped away like a carriage.

The arena was so tense that it was completely silent.

No one spoke; everyone was tense about what was happening, yet—

Just when everyone thought Becky was about to be killed by the charging polar bear, Becky dodged the bear with an uncanny flexibility.

It truly passes through its lower abdomen.

but.

To think you could attack it at this time is wishful thinking.

At this time, the polar bear has a thick layer of fat.

It is the strongest armor, and although the internal organs underneath are soft, even if you are hit, it will not be too fatal.

Roy suddenly remembered a joke from his past life.

He couldn't help but laugh, "Perhaps Bate could punch him hard in the stomach while traveling through time."

"Yes, that's definitely possible, and then the polar bear will sit down and crush him into a meat patty."

Hyde responded with a smile.

Roy laughed, but his eyes were full of approval.

Becky turned "his" theory into reality, mastering flexibility techniques to control every muscle.

Becky's fighting skills are already very strong.

There were no surprises in this duel.

Becky won.

As an extraordinary being, his physique is far stronger than that of ordinary people, and his unparalleled fighting skills give him the ability to defeat enemies with his fists.

He didn't win easily; it was almost a cumulative effort of punches that finally brought down the giant polar bear.

but.

He finally stood in the arena, receiving the cheers of the crowd.

Everyone was shouting his name.

Bette Cohen.

Roy understood—

Becky has finished digesting.

He was already a true gladiator.

Hyde chuckled softly and said, "Let's go, he'll be waiting for us outside."

"If I may ask, will being with Becky attract the attention of the Mechanical Heart?"

Roy adjusted his hat.

He had finally managed to leave the church, and he didn't want to go back for some inexplicable reason, only to become one of the prisoners.

Hyde shook his head: "Don't worry, Becky is just an informant right now, but if you're worried about being seen, you can leave first. We'll meet at her home on Minsk Street."

"it is good."

……

Minsk Street.

Roy got out of the car and started walking from number 1 on the street to the end.

He paused for a moment as he passed 15 Minks Street—

This is where Klein might rent a place.

The reason I say "possibly" is simply because the current trajectory has already changed, and such details may change as well.

Roy continued walking forward.

When he arrived at number 39, he stopped and sat down in the coffee shop next door, ordering a coffee and picking up a book.

Stormy Manor

This is the book he bought in Backlund.

It's not bad to watch it for a while in your spare time.

As Roy was looking around, he suddenly felt a gaze on him. Following the gaze, he saw a woman with slightly curly brown hair.

The other person was wearing a light yellow dress, sitting lazily in a chair, elegantly sipping coffee, with a slight smile on their lips.

Noticing him looking over, the other person nodded slightly and then continued drinking his coffee.

Fors Wall.

Roy recognized the other person, but obviously, the other person couldn't possibly know that he was "Mr. Hermit," let alone guess that he was "Number 2."

Today, Mr. Hyde is supposed to meet with Fors.

Miss Salty Fish.

You're still as lazy as ever!

However, this was already a very good effort for Fors herself, but she had to go into the mysterious temple to hide every month...

The intangible debt burden is still significant.

Roy thought to himself.

He picked up the book and continued reading, his posture quiet and elegant.

About seven minutes later, Hyde and Becky opened the door and entered number 39 on the street outside.

Roy and Fors walked toward the restroom at the same time.

The two met in the hallway.

Fors paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sir, please go ahead and use it."

"No, it is proper etiquette to let the lady go first. I will go to the other places."

Roy nodded with a smile, then turned and left.

Fors did not refuse and entered the washroom. Then, using her ability to open doors, she traveled directly into the next room.

As for Roy...

He went to the storeroom, used the Concealment Ring when no one was around, went up to the second floor, and jumped to the next room via the second-floor balcony.

Then Hyde came and opened the door—

Divination can often provide considerable convenience.

After entering the house, Hyde walked to the back and reached a corridor, where Roy appeared and took off his ring.

"Mr. Hyde."

"That lady has arrived too. I'll introduce you to her. If you need anything, you can ask her, and she'll help you with purchasing or finding it."

Hyde said.

Roy was slightly curious.

"Can you help me with the shopping?"

"Yes, she has an extraordinary connection to the gatherings. This is a good method, but purchasing extraordinary materials carries some risk, so having someone else do it for her is a good alternative."

Hyde laughed and said, "Of course, I spent some time with her to confirm that she was reliable before entrusting her with this task."

"That's definitely a good choice."

"In addition, they are quite well-informed in the East District. You can contact them if you need to investigate anything."

"it is good."

Roy nodded slightly, understanding in his heart how Fors and Hugh were making money now.

(End of this chapter)